(Dateline: August 2008)
……there was a late night conversation between Laura and Heather, covering a broad range of topics as per usual, running the gamut to “what are you doing now” to the weather to “when are we getting together again” kind of chat. You see, Laura and Heather have been friends since the beginning of time, well almost, and thanks to our fathers’ going to college together our families regularly got together post-doc to do fun things such as Christmas tree hunting to outings on the sailboat to family dinners. Surprisingly, or not, we remained friends and survived the family dramas and teenage years, colleges and multiple moves and still manage to have that feeling that no matter how much time has passed, nothing, absolutely nothing, has changed between us except our friendship keeps growing and growing as the years whiz by. We are like sisters, sharing the same part of the silly part of the brain, finishing each others sentences, saying the same thing at the same time, infecting each other with ear worms, inciting the other to eat chocolate and being struck by the same joy and melancholy of a sunset or a sunrise without saying a word.
On this particular summer night Laura mentioned that she and King would be driving back from Santa Fe to Los Angeles that fall to rejoin her husband Jay, and would I like to join her, as the road West followed the old Route 66 and there are many interesting things to see there. I exclaimed that I had always wanted to go on Route 66, as truly it has been a life-long dream of mine, and we both started planning and plotting. A Dog and Two Chicks on Route 66 was born.
After much research, discussing dates and possible itineraries, and laughing that a two week trip was probably much too long to accomplish what is normally a 2 day drive, we set dates, bought airline tickets (thank you Jay!) and I flew out to Albuquerque to meet Laura and King for a few days of rest, relaxation, and duties of closing up the house before hitting the road.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.